#cmere attack

[junk-whunk-punk]

Are you sure about that because I will 😈

I may burst in cries out of feeling appreciated BUT HAHA YASSSS PLEASEEEEEE DO YOU WORST (except hair tugging in any way i'll chomp your hand off👹👹👹) i'm rubbing my palmsssss

[suksatoru]

dabi is a smoker.

HEAR ME OUT!! i've seen so many people on tumblr saying he's not and my brain just cannot accept that.

he's self destructive, we all know this. so him smoking wouldn't be the most shocking thing ever. and he FEELS!! like crazy. so much sometimes it's like a war in his mind. you're telling me he wouldn't try to numb the pain and emotions he felt?!

the way smoking is advertised, especially to young audiences, is as a stress reliever. and that poor baby boy was going through a lot :(

also his teenage years were absolute garbage. he grew up in dangerous places and must have never had someone who truly cared enough about him to actually teach him the long term damage of smoking. not that he'd really care anyways.

but i don't feel like he'd be addicted to it or anything. we all know he has to deal with enough smoke already anyways *cough* *cough* get it. cause he's burning himself alive. yeah.

[gaylittleguys]

[lovinglin]

I miss him....

[ruinakete]

"You're not supposed to kill anyone," Griss says, but behind the excitement in his eyes and smile, it's hard to tell if he believes it. Or cares. Standing to Zephia's left, he stares off at the rest of the field and its blend of colors: red like blood, blue like bruises, gold like...

A horn blares and his head snaps up toward the cliffs, the thought severed before it can finish. A southerly breeze swells and rushes through the crowd. The flags snap and flutter over the hush.

Griss tosses his head to brush the hair out of his eyes as he glances back at Zephia, meeting her two-toned eyes with a toothy grin.

"But that doesn't mean you can't rough 'em up real nice. I hope I go home with a nice reminder." He extends his arm, flips it over to examine the underside, then points to his ribs underneath and laughs. "Maybe right here."

OF COURSE NOT," comes the amused hum of the mage dragon, flexing her claws in arches and curls until a satisfying crack lets the tension within her simmer, "the monastery is not likely to support more. . . fitting practices like peer elimination. unfortunate, dear, i know. you need not tell me."

but griss does not, for both kin and herself are silenced by the abrupt blaring of a horn overhead, drawing their curt attention yet losing it all the same. it is almost startling how unfamiliar she feels here; poised to stand beneath the colors of a banner she knows little of, to support the house of a dragon she knew not existed until weeks ago. though she cannot be solemn now, can she? not when her hound meets her eyes with the excitement of a child first getting his hands on his master's tome.

home, he speaks so easily of.

zephia offers him a smile, arms crossed over her chest and head canted down to see where he points. a fit of sweetly natural laughter leaves her in an exhale despite herself. "and i hope your opponents gift you that pleasure! hm-hm, only a fool would be unable to, after all. but, if they do not, then you may find me instead."

sangria eyes flit elsewhere, narrowing to the expanse of the battlefield before them; not ignorant to the flags fluttering overhead, easily bent to the wind. she has only seen rafal once. . . may lord sombron grant her the blessing of a closer vantage point, then. an eye into the natural state of any fell child. . .

"griss. i expect to hear the upset whines of my students after this battle, yes? complaining about a hound who nearly tore them apart to-day." and with that━━━and a harsh flick of her wrist, striking griss' shoulder as if a good luck gesture━━━zephia turns to leave. a fanged grin is given in farewell, "simply tend to them, darling. that is all."

[ebbing-terror]

Seconds were burning away like a fuse and carbon dioxide filled Junpei's lungs like a heavy smog. The depletion of oxygen and his body's scream for air only heightened Yoshino's panic, making his lungs burn with growing intensity.

In just a matter of moments, Junpei faltered. His head rushed and his heart's throb reverberated through his lungs, the hammering nudges wrecked through his chest, insisting he gasp out. Junpei tensed his throat in defiance, his veins straining as the overpowering urge to breathe overtook him.

The boy was expelled from his Shikigami, coughing and swallowing as much air as he could. The stupid boy had stayed in his shikigami a little too long and for a second he was light headed because of it. Thankfully, Moon Dregs was between himself and the cause for his distress.

One would think the boy would have a greater lung capacity considering all the sighing and long-winded horror rants he'd rattle on with.

Maybe if he didn't smoke so much...

Mort was a patient predator, she didn't get bored with his defensive retreat, and as soon as Junpei emerged from his blob she was still standing there, waiting. Of course she was. She wasn't some cheap bully who went away after he curled up.

Junpei's eyes were fixed on the witch, his nerves strung with an errie staccato the witch conducted. There was nothing on her face, a brush splashing red in his paranoid mind.

Mort's dry jest did nothing to ease Junpei. He had been ripped apart through smiles, laughter and stupid jokes too many times to even think about letting his guard down.

So far though, the only thing hurt was his pride. The comment of his melodramatic behavior was a tiny kick to the brittle fragment of self esteem he clung to.

Could anyone blame him for reacting that way? Jokes were always made at his expense, he was the cat killed by other's curiosity.

Junpei's expression shifted into something more stern and annoyed. He already gave Lynn his teeth, he had nothing else to give. No bones, no patience, and no trust.

"It's a stupid question..." He muttered, bitter. A real buzz kill.

"Do witches have some weird sense of humor or something...? Seriously..."

Tough talk coming from the boy who threw himself into his shikigami over a silly little question.

Unfortunately for the witch, her question was only met with another.

"Why...?"

Why was this happening? Why was it always him who got involved in shit like this?! Why was Mort so keen on removing his bones?! Didn't he deal with enough as is?!

Why couldn't he catch a break for once?!

The boy took a cautious step back, as if trying to get out of reach of Mort's gaze. Junpei swallowed, and the chill under his collar was replaced with a sweltering heat.

What kind of sick game was this?!

At least Junpei knew it was for his best interest to play along...

"I'd miss them alot..." As if that wasn't obvious.

Now he was starting to panic under the pressing weight of Mort's curious gaze. His body was ridgid, only thanks to those precious bones the witch wanted to extract.

No...Fuck this.

He wouldn't give her the chance. He had to act while he still could. Fright rushed through his veins and his hands flew up, crossing them. That instant, Moon Dregs manifested behind him and Junpei took in a deep breath, leaping back and plunging himself into the jellyfish's body. He would be keeping his bones...So long as he could hold his breath.

But look at Moon Dregs..It was such a contrast to Junpei. The boy was always so stiff and heavy whereas his shikigami was free flowing and maleable, quite cute too, perhaps on account of it's lack of bones?

The jelly fish hovered there with it's master safe inside, tendrils raised in an effort to make itself look more imposing. Junpei couldn't hide in there forever. Eventually he'd be spat out, and he'd have to deal with Mort again...

[illovehaileesteinfeld]

pairing ~ bouncer!ellie x waitress!reader

little drabble / request from @scott1shabbyand3rson 💗

cw : nsfw , public sex , possessive ellie !! , mean!ellie (?) , consent is hot , orgasm refusal :3

you and ellie almost always had the same schedule at the bar you worked out, and nearly every shift she would catch you flirting with a regular. she hated it, you were hers.

today she had enough, waiting until you gave the regular her drink, deciding the bar was full enough to stop letting others in and making a show of distracting you.

"hm, cmere gorgeous, gonna show you something new to make" she muttered, pulling you away to a more secluded area; behind the bar, just in front of the employee bathroom.

she had a dark look in her eyes, clearly done with your shit. she would bring you into the bathroom, fixing your uniform so your tits weren't half out - something you always did for better tips - and pushing you against the wall.

"since you wanna act like a damn slut, giving a show to that bitch instead of me" she hissed, attacking your neck with rough kisses and bites, making it obvious you were hers.

you would whine, giving a weak attempt to push her off and make her wait until the end of the night, blubbering her name as chills went down your spine.

"ells.. fuck.." you gasped, her lips trailing down as she kneeled, placing a kiss on your belly.

"can i?" She asked, meeting your eyes as her hands touched the waistband of your skirt - which was far too short in her eyes, but she would never complain - you nodded, desperate for her lips even though you knew she probably wouldn't let you cum.

"say it, out loud pretty girl" she murmured, bringing your skirt and panties down to your knees anyway.

"please.. ellsplease" you whined, looking down at her as she brought her lips to your pussy, kissing your clit before whispering, her hot breath on your heat. "stay quiet, sweetheart" she said, attacking you with her tongue.

she had her face buried in you, her nose bumping your clit as her tongue was deep in you, your head tilted back and pleasured tears welling in your eyes, weakly attempting to move your hips against her face.

she had one hand on your hip, pressing you against the wall, the other holding your thigh and softly rubbing your skin as she ate you like a starved woman, your juices dripping down her chin.

she could feel you tightening around her tongue, smirking against you as it got harder to move around you. she pulled away, licking a stripe across your pussy before getting up from the ground, bringing your skirt back up with her as you helplessly whined.

"if you're good, you'll get more later." she stated, licking her lips and everything she could from her face, holding you gently as you pouted, mad she had taken your orgasm from you but so glad she had fucked you.

she kissed you gently, your own taste on her tongue as she rubbed her hand across your back, making sure you were alright in that moment.

she wiped her face, leaving you in the bathroom, knowing this would happen again next week, and the week after that; you really were a little slut.

_ WHAT HAPPENS IN THE BATHROOM STAYS IN THE BATHROOM.

[zapernz]

Hiiiii!! I read your fic about dom!ani switching to a sub in the middle of sex AND I NEED MOREEEE ONG ITS SO GOOD

Sooooo I was wondering if I could request something about dom!ani switching to being a sub because he just can’t handle when you go on top of him or pull his hair or both idk… please🙏🏻

switching sides

warnings: switch!anakin, degradation, edging, praise, choking

“you like this huh? like being a little bitch?” anakin degrades you while his dick is buried in you, hitting parts of you that were unthought of. you writhe under him trying to meet his thrusts with your hips, the sound of skin slapping, your moans, and his grunts bouncing off the walls. he grasps your throat, squeezing as he pounds into you harder, “answer me you bitch” he squeezes harder again before letting go, “fuck- yes i like it- please” you stutter out between moans.

he moans, “yeah i know you do- fuck you’re squeezin me like a vice” you whine as he drills into you impossibly faster, lifting your hips making you cry out at the new angle. you know you’re close, he knows youre close, but he pulls out making you whimper.

he smiles as he strokes your face, “cmere baby” he says softly, sitting you up on his lap as he presses his lips to yours softly, it doesn’t take long before your tongue is down his throat and his hands are all over you, one of your hands move to the back of his head, you pull away from his lips, and slowly move your hand to the bottom of his hair, “baby what are you-“ he gets cut off as your lips attack the sweet spot on his neck, he tries to somehow stop you from doing this, he had you where he wanted you, how have you already got him slipping like this?

harshly you grip the curls and yank his head back to give you more space to attack his neck, to his surprise he lets out a whimper, “oh y’like that?” you chuckle pulling back to look at the flushed man sitting in front of you, he shakes his head trying to deny it, “oh really? you don’t like it?” he clears his throat, “no i dont” he croaks out. “so you wouldn’t like it if i sat on your dick right now, used you to get off?”

he bites his lip and looks down trying to avoid you, shrink away, whatever it is it’s not working, and you pull his hair again to make him look at you. another whimper, louder this time. “anakin you’re so hard baby just let me do what i want with you, yeah?” he nods.

slowly you sink down on him, as your hips meet his, his hands find their place at your hips, but hes not moving you, actually, he doesn’t even try, his forehead rests on your shoulder, allowing you to run your hands through the soft curls, making him shiver.

“so obedient, arent you? such a good boy yeah?” he shamelessly moans and nods, “yeah that’s right, how about you be a really good boy and tell me what you want?” he groans, hes so hard, and you’re so tight, and with the way you’re talking he might blow his load right there, his head feels fuzzy and he barely even processes your words before he blurts out,

“i want you to fuck me”

[soldiergf]

— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —

imagine being soldier boy's little plaything.

you know he doesn't care about you, not really. you're nothing more than a new notch in his belt, that's all. bet yet, he keeps coming back to you for more. that has to count for something, right?

(or maybe it's just because you're so pathetically obedient you'll do whatever the fuck it is he wants you to do.)

he'll call you over whenever he needs a good fucking, and you'll be there in ten minutes tops. right now, you're in some trashy hotel room, and he's already undressed, just waiting for his good little girl to be there at his service. "cmere, baby" he coos, motioning for you to come sit on his lap. "there we go, pretty little thing"

you happily slide onto his lap, feeling his hard, bare cock beneath your thighs as he presses his lips to yours, his tongue attacking the insides of your mouth. you whimper and whine, wanting more, desperately grabbing at his hair, as if to indicate how fucking badly you needed him.

"aw, poor baby's all needy, huh? you need my cock, baby? that it?"

he slowly pushes your head down, your lips pressed against his large, pink dick. "open your mouth," he instructs. you take his length, your cheeks hallowing against him, and you suck up and down, trying to go as far back as you can. "jesus christ, baby doll, you're doing so fucking good for me, my pretty little slut"

he grips your hair, yanking your head further down his cock, causing you to gag on him. your throat tightens, and ben is fucking obsessed. his pretty little whore, getting all teary-eyed and helpless, all because of him. there's spit drooling out of your mouth, and you're trying to bite back a loud, needy moan.

when he comes, he comes inside of you, the liquid spilling down your tongue, resting in the back of your throat mixed with your saliva.

"swallow." he commands, his authorative tone going straight to your pussy. you can barely even talk, so you just nod, swallowing his come like the little obident slut you were.

because, really, that's all you were. just another hole for him to use. another girl at his beck and call, getting on her knees whenever he wanted. and as much as you hated to admit it, you didn't even mind. you fucking loved being nothing more than his little toy. he knew it, you knew it, and fuck, it made you feel so filthy, but it made you feel good.

"gonna fuck that pussy so damn hard, baby girl" he mutters into your ear, pulling you off your knees and back onto his cock.

[spaceyjay]

more little! tim hcs!!!

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⭐ tim loves bath time! he likes the closeness and intimacy of it

“cmere you little stinker, its bath time for you”

“yay!”

⭐ he doesn't like video games and opts to play outside or do a puzzles

[scribbling on paper with his pacifier in, obviously regressed]

“whatcha doing timbo?”

“math”

“oh really? let me-”

“...”

“tim this is calculus”

⭐ he loves to play in the mud, its a nice texture to him. one time alfred found tim walking on the carpet completely covered in mud, he almost had a heart attack at the mess

“master timothy i beli- oh my goodness gracious”

[head to toe in mud, waves with a bright smile]

⭐ damian secretly loves playing with baby tim but pretends it's such a problem to do, tim knows he doesn't mind though

"tt, you' re coloring it all wrong. let me help you timothy"

⭐ dick is banned from watching tim alone because he took him up on the chandelier because

"he just looked so cute asking! how could i say no?”

⭐ tim gives bruce insane baby fever when he's regressed

[tim, giggling]

“i need to adopt more children"

[in blüdhaven] “something just happened”

⭐ jason loves to read jane austen to tim, tim makes noises back at him like he's understanding but he has no idea what's going on

"vanity and pride are different things, though the words are often used synonymously. A person may be proud without being vain. Pride relates more to our opinion of ourselves, vanity to what we would have others think of us"

"buh uh!”

"yeah, i think that too timbo"

⭐ cass taught tim ASL So he could communicate what he wanted if he got too overwhelmed

“repeat to me in words” [signs “i need help”]

“i need help!”

“yes, very good”

⭐ tim is a menace to bruce but everybody pretends not to believes him

"he's just a baby! how could he have rearranged all your WE files? look at that little guy! he would never!”

[l0vergirlv0mit]

Pretty Girl

Pairing: Hazel Callahan x Reader

Summary: smut with no plot <3 😛

Contents: strap-on r!receiving, fingering r!reciving, dom!hazel, sub!reader, gagging r!receiving, referring to a strap-on as a cock, degration r!receive

a/n: sorry for not posting a while I lost my sparkle for a bit tbh. also didn't receive a soft masc under my Christmas tree this year? really weird. Ends abruptly.

Just coming home from work, Hazels quietly playing games at her pc wearing a very frustrated expression. The only thing pulling her out of her transe was the door to your shared apartment shutting. You slip your heels off and shed your heavy coat.

Hazel watched you intently, her face spreading with a smile.

“Cmere.” Hazel beckons you with a smirk on her face. She leans back in her gaming chair with her toned thighs spread in her black 5 inch inseam shorts and plain white tee You walk over and she’s eyeing you up and down.

You stand in front of her and she hooks her fingers under the waistline of your pants pulling you closer. She wraps her arms around your hips and places a kiss to your clothed abdomen. “I missed you honey.” She looks up into your eyes.

“I missed you too baby.” You stroke over her cheek and she melts into your hand. Hazels eyes becoming heavy at your much needed touch.

“I was thinking about you all dayyyy.” She lifts your shirt to ghost her lips over your stomach her hand rubbing up and down your hip.

“Yeah? What about me?” You replied cheekily smoothing down her messy hair. Your tummy tightening from the tickle of her soft lips. You let out a quick heavy exhale and Hazels blue eyes penetrate yours.

“I was thinking about how pretty you are…” She places one kiss on your tummy as her fingers fiddle with your belt. “How pretty your voice is…” Her finger work on the button of your jeans and she leaves another kiss lower on your hip. Your pants hang loosely on your hips. Her finger breaches the waistband of your panties and she looks up at you again.

“Especially when that pretty voice is moaning my name over and over again.” Hazel finishes and rubs over your erect clit. Your breath hitches and becomes more ragged. “F-fuck Haze I just walked through the door baby” You struggle out a response your fingers gripping her hair tighter.

“I know baby but you just look so beautiful.” Hazels puppy eyes are big and pleading. “I just wanna make you cum baby.” Hazel begged and your legs nearly gave out. You nod fervently and quickly pull her up to go to the bedroom.

Hazels lips find yours the moment you back hits the bed. You kick your jeans off at the speed of light. “I can’t wait to see your pretty face all fucked out for me.” She cups your pussy as her lips attack your neck. Rubbing quick circles over the cotton material of your panties.

Your nearly thrashing at this point. “Be careful please I don’t w-wanna, ah, go to work tomorrow all b-bruised.” You squeak out.

“What? You don’t want your coworkers to know your girlfriend fucks you so good?” She pulls her face out of your neck looking at you with a pout. All while she’s shoving your panties to the side to insert her middle and ring fingers inside your wet fluttering hole.

“ahh fuck!” You whimper at the sudden intrusion. Her fingers pump in and out of you at a fast pace. Your eyes fluttering and mouth agape.

“That’s right baby, thats the pretty face I love so much.” Her darkened eyes scan over your features. You grip her wrist not knowing if it’s to make her slow down or go deeper.

“Feels s’good.” You mumbled out, Hazels watching every facial expression not wanting to miss a second. Hazel dipped down by your ear. “Yeah you like that? Like the way my fingers feel? You like being fucked like a good slut huh?” She was dirty today probably from being home all day. She took a much needed pto day. With a cocky look on her face as she fingered you as deep and fast as she should.

Your poor whimpers soon turned into louder moans. Hazel was quick to shut you up with a sloppy uncoordinated kiss. Her lips slamming into yours as if you were her air. Her tongue didn’t wait for acceptance. You could feel her desperation with her every movement. With you now quiet the wet squelching sound reverberated through the room.

You disconnect your lips for a moment, “More.” You said breathlessly then trying to go back to her soft lips, but hazel is quick to dodge your kiss. Making your brows push together. “More? Like blue 7 inches more?” Hazel said almost out of breath with a shit eating grin on her face still continuing her rough pace on your cunt.

“M-mhm!” You struggled to reply. She slowed and pulled her fingers from your needy pussy. Placing the digits in her mouth and sucking not breaking eye contact with you once. She gets up and pulls a box out from under the bed grabbing her harness and the light blue toy.

Crawling back onto the bed she placed herself between your legs. The tip of the toy sitting against your clit. Causing your hips to buck up into her. Hazel laughs at your actions rubbing up and down your thighs. “Eager girl.” She rubs the tip up and down and stopping to tease your slit.

You bite your lip and look up at her with pleading eyes. “Patience baby I’ll give you what you want just let me play for a second.” Hazel continues to tease you enamored by how wet you were. She pushed the tip in making you let out a sign of relief. Just for her to take it right back out and relish at the strings of slick connected to her cock.

“God. So pretty.” She whispers to herself ignoring the fact that your squirming in anticipation. Hazel finally lines up again and sinks into you. Watching every inch get swallowed with ease. Gummy walls adjusting immediately. The back of the toy hitting her clit just right. She nearly jumped at the sensation taking her out of her transe.

Her strokes are slow and thoughtful making sure to hit just the right spot to have you begging for more. Hazel brushes your hair out of your face smirking. She was teasing you with the slowness of her hips, your brows pushed were together in frustration at her slow thrust. Not like you could do anything because her hands were keeping your hips still.

You let out a quiet “hmph” trying to buck your hips into her. She cocked her head to the side. “What’s wrong baby?” Hazel brought her thumb to your clit to make even slower circles on your sore bud.

You bit your lip muffling a whimper. “Hazel stop fucking teasing.” You said sternly, but she was unaffected looking at you with questioning eyes instead.

“You wanna try that again? Maybe I should pull out right now?” She was dead serious pulling out a couple inches just to prove it.

“No! No I’m sorry! Please, can you go faster baby.” You cried out tears nearly welling in your eyes. You batted your lashes trying to help your case. A smirk spread across her face again.

She bottoms out once again. “Since you asked so nicely. Open up honey.” She placed her pointer and her middle finger at your lips. “Be a good girl and keep quiet for me.” Hazel finished and you opened up for her wrapping your lips around her fingers.

She began thrusting again getting you used to the feeling before going faster then faster. Her eyes glued to your chest as your tits bounced. Soft whimpers gargled in your mouth muffled by her fingers.

The pace she had was absolutely perfect. Your eyes rolling into the back of your head from the pleasure. “We aren’t gonna use that tone again are we honey?” Hazel said through heavy breaths using the fingers in you mouth to gag you. Furthering her point.

Spit dribbled down your chin from sucking on Hazels fingers for so long. Babbling sweet nothings around her digits. Hazels hips are stuttering from the friction of the strap against her clit. She was closer than you but she’d be damned if you didn’t cum on her cock first. “Dumb baby.” She said plainly, taking her fingers from your mouth and slapping you lightly, but just hard enough to sting. The pain mixing with the pleasure felt amazing. The constant push and pull of her praise and degrading was intoxicating.

She pulls out suddenly, flipping you onto your stomach. The swiftness of her movements made you wince. You let out a sad cry at the empty feeling hot tears filling your eyes. You push your ass in the air, arching your back as much as possible for her. You needed her more than anything on earth. “Good girl I didn’t even have to ask you.” Her words sent warm shocks all over your body. You hummed in contentment.

Hazel rubbed over the soft skin on your bottom tenderly. A loud smack rings through the room as you lurched forward. You were sure that hand print was gonna be there for at least a couple of days. You squeeze your eyes shut and clench your jaw. You deserved it after all, talking to her how you did.

“You take it so we’ll angel.” She praises rubbing over the sore skin. She holds the toy in her hands poking at your entrance to prepare you. She chuckles in surprise at how quick you are to push back into her. Fucking yourself on her cock without any assistance. It was enough to make Hazel let out a loud shaky whimper.

Her eyes getting even more lidded she was a bit embarrassed honestly. Even more so when you huffed out a laugh even after trying to suppress it. Her grip on your hips tightened as she fucked into you relentlessly. Your weeping greedy pussy taking everything she gave you.

“Y-yeah you think s-something funny? Let’s see how funny it is when you don’t cum huh? How does t-that—nhg— s-s-sound?”

Hazel was lying of course she needed you to cum. It was the only thing swirling around in that empty little head of hers. But you didn’t know this as your blood ran cold. Frenzied “I’m sorry”s and pleads falling from your lips. Tears falling down your cheeks at the mere thought of it. You were almost there too it would be downright evil at this point.

Your legs shaking uncontrollably giving away that your about to cum. You pray that Hazel won’t pull out of you at any second. “ ‘M g-gonna c-cum.” You said quietly still give her a chance to deprive you if she felt like it.

When she didn’t stop a blissed out smile grew on your heated cheeks. “Y-yeah? Me too.” Hazel whined out less cool and more desperate. It sent you over the edge. Your body went limp slumping in its position, offering no resistance against Hazels thrust.

Her thrust are greedy as she’s bringing herself over the edge. Her strokes twitched and lost rhythm as shes sporadicly pumping inside you until you both where overstimulated and exhausted.

She pulls out of you slowly and your body sinks into the mattress. You laid limply trying to catch your breath. Hazel in a daze gets off the bed and drops the strap to the floor. Laying back down onto the bed. "You're not a slut, I'm sorry, I love you." She says quickly patting down your hair. You laughed at this weakly.

"I love you too baby." You replied to her scooting closer. Hazel pulls you on top of her and kisses the top of your head. "whadya do today at home?" you asked her in a sleepy voice.

"I seriously only thought about you, you have no idea how much I needed that." Hazel holds you tighter.

[dollyfl1rt]

hi angel <3

can I please request a fic about Shane Walsh x Hershel's Hypersexual daughter sneaking into the barn to have sex again ?<3

warnings: 18+, smut, mdni, PinV, praise kink, overstimulation ??

(a mood board!)

you’d only do it a couple times a week; to keep suspicions down.

not that you had even meant to get started in the first place. he was just available.

“daddy im gonna go clean the stables before bed” you say as you kiss your father’s cheek “okay hun” in which he replies as you skip outside.

you actually were cleaning the stables until shane waltzed up.

the position he found you in perfectly showed off your little black lace panties. “you teasing me darlin’?” the former officer questioned as you turn to face him “not tonigh’, told my daddy i’d clean the stables” you smile placing your hands on your hips.

“well don’t let me stop you” he shrugs holding onto his belt trying to hide the very obvious tent in his pants. you turn back around to finish scrubbing the stable walls.

shane stepped forward kissing your neck “you’re being a distraction” you giggle “best kind, right?” the man whispered as his hand trailed down to between your thighs.

you bite your lip at his burly hands rubbing you through your jeans. “i needed you all day today” he told, his breath heavier than usual.

“did you know that?” he breathed out attacking your neck again, “my daddy should be sleep now” you inhaled sharply.

that was said more to yourself than shane. he quickly carried you to the barn or, hook up house the two of you called it.

after reaching the top of the ladder you crawled inside taking your thin frilly top off. shane followed suit his eyes glued to your chest. he eventually worked his pants down to his ankles as you crawl over towards him, to begin sucking his cock.

“yeah, just like that baby” he cooed holding your hair.

this went on for two minutes before he pulled you up and on all fours. his rough hands grabbing at the flesh of your ass before he strikes it, earning a whine from you.

“shh shh shh,” he whispers pointing “daryl’s tent is right here” you follow his finger to see the hunter green tent.

shane then kissed your neck some more, as he gently inserted himself with a shaky breath. you hummed at the feeling.

there hadn’t been a night like this for a while.

shortly after, the thrusting started.

“you take it so good baby” shane grunts in your ear as you whine and he pulls your hips back again. “ngh..” you call out covering your mouth. he strikes the reddened skin once more before thrusting into you faster.

you lay your torso on the wood of the barn feeling as shane bottoms you out.

“cmere” he speaks to himself pulling you up and pounding faster whilst, whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

“you look so damn pretty like this, baby girl” the man grunts reaching down the front of your body to rub your clit.

his hand and cock both work fast to ensure an great orgasm. “oh my fuck” you speak lowly closing your eyes “that’s right, cum for me baby” he praises as you come undone unison as him.

you sigh as shane pulls out smacking your ass again, “you’re such a good girl for me sweetheart. go back to your daddy’s farm and don’t tell him about our little secret in the barn”.

[musicalfan78]

Every saga in a mf78 nutshell(pt 1)

Pt 2, pt 3, pt 4, pt 5, pt 6, pt 7, pt 8, pt 9

*THE HORSE AND THE INFANT*

Odysseus: WE SHALL FIGHT FOR FINAL WAR! ATTAAAACK!

*attacking noises are heard(and angry little ajax), Odysseus feels a sign*

Odysseus: THE HELL?! WHAT WAS THAT?

Zeus: Yo I got some mission for ya but I don't think you'll do it, idc what you'll choose but ya gotta kill him

Odysseus: Hmm, I'll do it! Who do I gotta kill?

Zeus: :)

Odysseus: ...what?

Zeus: You gonna kill a baby.

Odysseus: *baby falls into his arms* HUH?! THIS CANT BE HAPPENING

Zeus: Its a prince who'll kill your kingdom in the future soooo. The gods demand it :)

*JUST A MAN*

Odysseus: ...why do I gotta kill you? You seem innocent and...not harmful.

Odysseus: ....sorry, but you heard him

Odysseus: *YEEETS*

*FULL SPEED AHEAD*

Odysseus: SAAAAILING. WE SAILING BACK!

Eurylochus: uh cap, we are starvin and we're going to die of starvation, what are we gonna do?

Odysseus: Easy, watch where the birds fly and they'll lead us to food!

Eurylochus: (we should've killed the fucking birds)

Polites: CAPTAIN, ISLAND OVER THERE!

Odysseus: I...think its a bit suspicious. Very suspicious.

Eurylochus: let's destroy it then, we ain't got no time.

Odysseus: Nah, polites, we're going to find food. If we don't come back, set this place into a Ares zone.

Eurylochus: Okay boss.

*OPEN ARMS*

Polites: You should like, relax ody! I can tell you're exhausted.

Odysseus: No, im not. Im okay

Polites: Yuh uh you aren't. >:(

Odysseus: Nuh uh, im okay.

Polites: C'mon! You probably need a hug! Comfort. Or-

Lotus eaters: HUMANS ARE HUNGRY, FOOD HERE.

Polites: Oh yes! See?

Odysseus: Nah, its a little trap to be honest

Polites: -_-

Poiltes: Hey little lotus eaters! Could you all please tell us where there's food to eat?

Lotus eaters: *point at the cave and direction*

Polites: Told ya Ody! :D

Odysseus: Ehh, maybe one hug wouldn't hurt! Cmere!

*WARRIOR OF THE MIND*

Athena: UH NO, YOU'RE FORGETTING WHAT YOU'RE DOING.

Odysseus: But its just one hugggg! :(

Athena: Like I said, nah.

*A FEW YEARS AGO*

Young!Odysseus: Oh hey a boar! IMA KILL IT >:D

*he battles the boar, feeling lots of energy. As it fades away, he looks around*

Young!Odysseus: You're here aren't you? As like an..owl!

Athena: How could you see through tha-

Young!Odysseus: YES! YOU WERE TRICKED BY MY TRICKS! >:)

Athena: ....Well shit. Anywho, im planning to be your mentor to guide you.

Young!Odysseus: lets do that! Could we be friends too?! :D.

Athena: Possibly.

Young!Odysseus: oh :(

*BACK TO PRESENT*

Athena: Just don't fuck up during your journey, got it?

Odysseus: ....got it.

[onewingedanjel]

hihi! i saw your requests open, so could i request soap, gaz, and ghost (separate) trying to deescalate the reader who's been crying and on the verge of a panic attack because the work stress has been getting to them.

if that's too many characters, feel free to choose one of the three!

apologies for the sad scenario. i had a rough week (´；ω；｀)

first off, im so sorry you’ve had a rough week, know that it’ll get better dude! confide in someone you trust if possible, you’re going to be ok 🫶🏻 - comments are appreciated <3

Soap

he walks into you at your desk, sitting in your chair with your arms wrapped around your legs while tears are streaming down your face. his smile immediately turns into a frown, and he walks over to you.

“oh no sunshine, what happened to ya?” he pets your head a bit and tilts your chin up toward to face him.

“it’s just been so hard soap, im trying my best every single day and yet it keeps piling up. i finish one thing and i’m already handed 4 more, i can’t do it- i can’t!” your chest starts picking up fast and you feel your breathing become shortened.

“woah woah, easy there lass you’re gonna overwhelm your system. take some deep breaths with me yeah?” he grabs your hand and puts it on his heart so you can feel his heart beat, “breathe in, 1-2-3-4. hold. 1-2-3-4-5-6-7, out for 8 alright?”

you repeat that pattern with his help about 6 more times and you start to feel less tense.

“relax, im right here with you. ease your shoulders, relax your neck and unscrunch yer eyebrows.” you follow the steps and he smiles, “that feel a little better hm?”

you nod and he takes you into his arms. he grabs his phone from his back pocket, dialing a number. you hear the ringing and when you hear the name of your favorite restaurant in the greeting you beam up a bit

“can i get uh one cheeseburger - no onions! and eh… let me have a diet coke with it would ya? thanks mate” he covers the phone with his free hand, “you want the usual?” you nod and he orders your usual order. “let me also get one of those ah.. what do ya call em?” he snaps his fingers “those ice cream sundaes, yeah extra whipped cream! that’ll be all.”

“should be here in about 15 or so bonnie, ya feelin a bit better?”

you nod and he sighs in relief, “you need a break, im callin yer boss tomorrow mornin - who cares if i’ve got to lie you’re getting a week off and we’re spendin it together! no work, we can even get out of here if you want.”

“i can’t just leave work like that johnny-“

“ah ah! nonsense, i’ll make it happen.”

you don’t protest against him but rather just accept it and wait for your food to arrive with him.

Gaz

“hey love! what’s u- oh no..” he stops in his tracks and finally hears your crying and heavy breathing.

he quickly moves to where you are and wraps his arms around you - squeezing a bit and pulling you in. the scent of his cologne helps your mind start to slow down.

“easy now, what’s wrong?” he pulls back and searches your face for an answer.

you look down and explain how work has been stressing you out, “i’m so tired gaz, i work all the time without any breaks and it seems like my efforts get me no where. i don’t even feel like i can stop because anytime that i do it just racks up. i know you work a lot and never complain ,i shouldn’t even be making this scene.”

“hey hey… none of that, yeah?” he boops your nose lightly and you smile a bit which makes him smile also, “there’s my sweetheart, cmere. just because i work a lot doesn’t mean you don’t too love, and i want you to know we don’t ever have to compare ourselves - we both have challenges.” you nod your head and he nods back.

- “how about you take the rest of this week off? i know your boss wouldn’t bother letting you go - you’re her best worker! call in tomorrow and we can focus on you.”

(or, alternatively if you’re a student! :>)

- “how about this week you just go in tomorrow, then take the rest of the week off. i know you’ll have to email your profs but your health comes first - yes even mentally. you’re a hard worker and you’ll be able to catch up before winter break love - but what i’m seeing now? you’re going to burn out if you don’t take this break.”

you listen to him and take the break, spending some days alone with him and he even messages his captain that he’s got to keep his eye on you.

“cap sends his best love, we all care about you.”

Simon/Ghost

unlike the other guys, ghost catches on quickly that you’ve been feeling upset. as someone who has his own internal battles, he recognizes easily when someone is fighting theirs. in fact, the night before he sees you rub your temples in frustration before slamming your laptop shut, he doesn’t have a huge reaction because he doesn’t want you to feel embarrassed or upset - instead he minds his business and waits for you to be ready.

although, when the next day rolls by he sees you on the verge of a panic when your whole assignment/document completely vanishes after hours of work. at this point you’re bawling your eyes out and he can hear from his office so he quickly gets up to check on you.

“you alright in here?” he asks, keeping a bit of distance not wanting to intrude on you even though you’ve told him before that he isn’t pushing your boundaries, he prefers to tread lightly and respect your space.

you explain to him what’s happened, or what’s been happening for that matter. not only did your work just vanish out of thin air on your laptop, the workload you’ve received has been insufferable.

you’re the one who initiates seeking him out and that’s when he fully goes to you with a warm embrace, hand on the back of your head holding you softly. “it’ll be alright, i’ll ask one of the guys to help you get that work back love.”

“i’ve been feeling terrible simon, i know i don’t say anything but i think i might just explode - or i kinda have.. haven’t i.” he chuckles a bit and sighs, “i noticed but i didn’t want to make you upset by bringing it up. you’ve gotta be easier on yourself, you do a lot and even though you might not have all your work done by tomorrow you need to take a break for your well being. not for me, for you. promise me a you’ll take a break?”

you nod, “good. i’m glad you’re listening to me for once.”

“hey i do listen to you! when i want to!” you say with a sniffle.

he laughs and holds you a bit tighter, he won’t let you go through this alone. you’re gonna spend the next few days just with him - relaxing till you’re feeling better.

-

I HOPE THIS IS ALRIGHT! thank you so much for the first ask <3 im not like a writer of any sorts but i did try :) i hope you enjoy 🫶🏻

[hirsheyskisses]

HIII you tagged killer so you write for him right??

if so could you do hcs for him with an s/o who respects his space outdoors (like know he doesnt enjoy pda) but when theyre alone/indoors they're the most affectionate ever, killer deserves sm cuddles <333 ♡♡♡

thank you!!!

Behind Closed Doors.

KILLER x READER

(Short Scenario)

A/N: YESSS I write for Killer. I did a special hugs chapter with him involving some cuddles.. so let's give him some more!

☆ as a pirate, romance wasn't something many had time for. Killer, being a vice captain to a supernova crew, that case grew even more so.

☆ however, when you came into the picture, he made an exception. You are his other half, after all.

☆ now, you both acknowledge the dangers, especially of showing it out in public, that you're lovers.

☆ not to mention, the rest of the crew (specially Kidd) will kinda make teasing remarks about any affections shown in front of them. Which quickly became a No-go for killer: no pda.

☆ he has to keep up his duties.

☆ however, when those rare, calm nights come around, with just the two of you..

Your hushed giggles filled the pitch black room, a hand resting upon your waist as his other began to fidget with his mask, pulling it off and gently placing it down on his nightstand.

A gentle click informed you the door had been locked, and your hands traveled up his chest, one wrapping around his shoulders to play with his hair, the other around his lower back. Killer guided you to the bed and you pulled him down, shoes getting kicked off somewhere in the process.

"Long day?" You whispered, hand moving up to his head, fluffing up the rather flattened bit of his hair. "Kidd had me running in circles after the Marines attacked." He responded, and that was answer enough. He laid you down and carefully allowed his weight to rest on you, burying his face into your neck. Killer was half propped on his elbow- no matter how many times you reassured him it was okay to fully lay, he refused until he was actually asleep.

His other arm came to rest around your head, and you could feel his breathing slow until it was even, and relaxed.

"You work so hard. You've done good, Killer."

"' m still not used to this.. feels nice." He groaned softly, nuzzling a bit closer.

...

"Hey- what are you-"

In the beginning stages of your relationship with him, affection was a weird subject. He didn't like it in public, and you had delayed doing so in private. But being drunk and overly confident, you had followed him to his room and wrapped your arms around him. "You're so warmmm! I like you~ have I told you that?"

Killer slid his mask off, setting it on the nightstand. The room, as always, was dark, and he was even more so grateful for it than usual: because he could feel the blush. "..you have." He responded, "good. So pretty." You buried your face into his golden hair, not noting how he had froze, or how his body was heating up.

"..think you drank too much." Killer concluded, awkwardly turning his body to wrap his arms around you. "'S okay. I love you." You'd whispered, nuzzling closer, and then grabbing the hem of his shirt to gently tug him down to your level. "Whatcha doin- mmph-" you silenced him with a kiss, a quick one, pulling away with a smug smirk.

You continued to press a kiss to each of his cheeks, nose, forehead, and neck. "Hey- (Namel- that.. kinda tickles." He gasped softly, probably the closest thing anyone would get to anlaugh out of him, as your hair brushed against his chin. "Wanna hold you," you'd slurred, and Killer couldn't help but melt.

"Then.. cmere." He guided you to his bed and gently pressed you against it, your beautiful giggles filling his mind and stomach with butterflies. The blonde leaned over you, and, taking what you'd done to him, and began to press soft kisses to your face. "I love you, too, sweetheart."

...

Thus began you both seeking out the calm nights, or those moments of silence of holding each other when no one was looking.

"You'll get used to it, kill." You responded, fingers now gently brushing through his mane, and he couldn't resist pressing gentle kisses to your neck.

"Love you, so much." Killer murmured, shivering at the still foreign, but not unwelcome, feeling of your hands across his shoulders, down his back, and your breath against his face. "Love you too. Now.. relax," you whispered, hands now massaging at his tense shoulders.

These moments, where he had you alone, were what he lived for- because each time you touched him, Killer was putty in your hands.

[dimlylittorch]

Random Thoughts

i start classes in the morning (second semester ever as a freshman) and i’m already on the verge of an anxiety attack. i love to learn, but pressure about school has been put on me since a young age and now the whole experience is weird for me. constant anxiety, a pit in my stomach that just won’t go away. I’ve never even held hands with a guy, and i just really wish i had my CoD boys to come take care of me

no warnings, not proofread, im tired and anxious so ill edit it all when i dont feel as rough (adding my masterlist link, pretty colors and fonts, the things that the happy me does). these are all just about me, so mentions of male!reader and college-student!reader

Featuring: John Price, Simon Ghost Riley, Johnny Soap MacTavish, and Kyle Gaz Garrick

My Masterlist🌱

John Price:

john would see how anxious i am, pacing my dorm room, constantly walking in and out of the room to grab different things, but always forgetting what im trying to do.. he would grab me by the hips gently and pull me into his lap, kissing my neck and telling me how everything was going to be okay. he just needed me to get my heart rate down. i could do that for him, right? ‘be a good boy for me, love.. just breathe.’

Simon Ghost Riley:

Simon would be sitting on my bed, waiting for me to come lay in between his legs, curling up in his arms. He notices how long im taking in the shower, and he decides to check on me, knowing I didn’t lock the door. He opens it with a soft knock.. and that’s when he hears my sniffles. I try to sound normal- but a choked sob slips past my lips. ‘m’sorry si’ i whisper shakily, holding my face in my hands as i shake under the hot water, trying to calm myself down. he immediately undresses, getting in with me. he helps me wash up, holding me the whole time before grabbing a towel and wrapping me up in his arms. ‘s’okay, lovie.’

Johnny Soap MacTavish:

Johnny would be relaxing on my bed, noticing how I’d been in my kitchen area for a while. He slips off of the bed, coming to see what i was doing. He looks past the doorway and sees me with different wrappers on the counter and different cans and bottles (non alcoholic for me). I had a tendency to stress eat, and he always knew it was just me trying to cope with all of the feelings I couldn’t express. He grabs my hand gently, pulling me into his arms and rubbing my back as he kisses my forehead. ‘lad.. come be with me. we’ll get cozy and comfortable.’

Kyle Gaz Garrick:

i had been at my desk for hours, kyle already asleep on my bed. I promised him I’d join him hours ago, but now i was just gently banging my head on my desk, trying to think of some way to make myself feel better. Some way to not want everything to go away. He eventually shifts in his sleep, murmuring softly as he opens his eyes, noticing me. he groans slightly out of tiredness, holding open the blanket. ‘cmere baby’ he murmurs softly. As soon as I get in bed, tearing up, he kisses my cheeks gently, catching each tear